Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!prodigy.com!atl-c02.usenetserver.com!news.usenetserver.com!feed3.newsreader.com!newsreader.com!yellow.newsread.com!news-toy.newsread.com!netaxs.com!newsread.com!POSTED.newshog.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: <00bd01c49161$84d19740$6501a8c0@col.wideopenwest.com> From: "Babs Bunny" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW TNG: Revenge Challenge "Simply Demonic" (R, Data) Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 82 Date: Fri, 03 Sep 2004 04:55:05 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: newshog.newsread.com 1094187305 209.198.142.218 (Fri, 03 Sep 2004 00:55:05 EDT) NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 03 Sep 2004 00:55:05 EDT Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:83405 X-Received-Date: Thu, 02 Sep 2004 21:55:21 PDT (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: Simply Demonic Author: Babs Bunny Contact: babs at angel-hare dot com Series: TNG Rating: R Codes: challenge, Data Archive: Please do! Disclaimer: Data's not mine. And I think I'll treat him with a LOT of respect...o.O Notes: Stephen's Revenge Challenge reply. Enjoy!:) [ newsgroup posting-script note: line exceeds 512 bytes. Line being reformatted] I sat at my computer. Not doing much of anything, just sitting, browsing Devian tArt, and idly chatting on FurryMUCK. I was about to update my Livejournal, whe n a familiar voice behind me spoke up. "Excuse me," it said. "Might I have a w ord with you?" Naturally I was startled , and turned around in my seat...to see Commander Data standing behind me, looki ng a little concerned. My mind raced. How did...? Is this some kind of gag? What the...?! My brow furrowed, more in confusion than anything. "Okay so....d id Squirrelly put you up to this? I had no idea anyone around here HAD a Data c ostume..." [end of reformatted line] [ newsgroup posting-script note: line exceeds 512 bytes. Line being reformatted] Data shook his head. "Negative. I assu re you, I am the 'real deal', as it were ." He poked at the side of his head. A panel came loose, revealing circuits an d dozens of little blinking lights. It was enough to convince me. I briefly wo ndered what the android was doing here, when it hit me. I grinned a little. "W ait a second...I know why you're here!" Data tilted his head quizzically. I no dded and continued. "Yeah see, I read t he Trekiverse archives. Apparently you' re here to get even with me for writing something bogus about you, right?" [end of reformatted line] Data nodded slowly. "Something a kin to that, yes..." I then looked at him, confusion setting in. "Well..I can understand that, kiddo, if that were the case, but...I don't remember writing anything negative towards you! In fact when I DO write stuff, it's pretty positive! You're my most favourite character, you know." "I am aware of that," said Data quietly. "But your stories are not why I am here.." "Then why.." I began, as the android approached my computer. Then I saw. It wasn't stories at all. It was art. I facepalmed, as Data pulled up a .gif file of a picture I had done as a gag for a friend of mine. It was a hentai picture of Data, upside down and covered in spooge, being crudely assraped by a tentacle monster named 'Demon Joe'. "Data," I moaned in dismay. "You can't be serious! That picture was just a joke I did as playful revenge for my friend 'SpinFox'! See, he's always drawing these off the wall pictures in my sketchbooks whenever we do art trades, so I decided to beat him at his own game!" "But I was the object in the picture.." "Well, yes, but it was all in fun!" "I did not find it fun." "I was just being playful.." "I did not deem it playful. It was quite..uncomfortable.." Data looked a little pained at this, and my shoulders sagged. I sighed. "Data..I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you or put you in an uncomfortable position." I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes briefly as I continued to speak. "Look. If...if you really feel it necessary to 'get even' with me, then go ahead.." "Actually, it was not I who was going to deliver such ministrations." Data replied simply. I blinked, perplexed. "Not you? Then who...?" My question was quickly answered as Data pointed towards the doorway, where Demon Joe, in all his slimy tentacled glory was waiting in anticipation. I did a doubletake and paled. "Oh my god...you can't be serious, Data! ..Data? Data??" I turned around, just in time to see Data wave good bye, surrounded by light, as he teleported away and disappeared. Demon Joe snaked his tentacles around my ankles, and I cried out, helplessly resigned to my fate. Fin [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. 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